My Water is Wide (Reworkings of Traditional Lyrics)

The water is wide,
I can’t cross over,
Nor have I wings,
Over which to fly.
Build me a boat,
That carries two,
We both shall row,
My love and I.

Some say that love,
Is like a tree,
When young it’s strong,
To lean up on.
But over time,
It will bend then it will break,
And rot away,
Till it is gone.

Some say that love,
Is like a rose,
The sweetest flower,
When it is new.
But it goes dry,
As it gets old,
And turns to dust,
Like most things do.

But not my love,
My love is forever,
Just like the sea,
So deep and wide.
Within our boat,
That carries two,
We both shall row,
My love and I,
As we each love,
Till end of time.

08.06.10

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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.

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